L'Art Du Nu -- or the art of the nude, like many other things, sounds much sexier in French. The idea of the revue also holds true to this model, with La Femme linking the romance of Europe's infamous love nest to Vegas' insatiable appetite for gorgeous women and seductive shows.
Far beyond the concept of most excessive staging of skin around town, La Femme demonstrates the grandeur and elegance of the female form with complete taste. Staying true to Alain Bernardin's vision over a half a century old, the show harnesses the visual impetus of the human figure, outlining overtly yet planting subconsciously the irresistibility of a natural woman. In an age of theater where multimillion dollar sets become the stars of the show, the Americanized Crazy Horse forgoes the technological trickery, and instead hones in on quality casting and choreography. The lighting is simple but deliberate, artistically complimenting but not upstaging the glamour it illuminates. Each segment is self-contained, lending more to a conglomeration of several individual productions bound by seductive and subliminal images than a linear performance.
Video interludes highlight the show's rich history and the phenomenon of the dancers. The theater stands alone as a masterpiece, built almost to the inch of replication to the Crazy Horse Saloon in Paris. Vive la France.